Chapter 2: Me? Thirteen years old, and I have a grown-up son?

"Let me introduce you, this student is a transfer student who has come to our class today."

"Student, please introduce yourself."

Tang An didn't pay attention to what was being said on the podium.

She secretly leaned toward Nezha. "Hey, why do I feel like the new transfer student keeps looking at me?"

"No, wait, isn't he looking at you? Wow, the new male student fell in love with you at first sight?"

Tang An's eyes flashed with a different kind of light, her eyes squinting in a deeply suggestive arc.

The transfer student on the podium also began his introduction.

"Hello everyone, my name is Yang Chenxiang."

Clearly, Chenxiang only introduced himself with that one sentence, and his gaze was indeed locked on Tang An and Nezha.

"Teacher, can I sit in the seat in front of them?"

"Yes, of course you can." Suddenly having a student with such good grades transfer to their class, the teacher naturally treated him like a treasure.

"It's just that the teacher is afraid that if you sit there, your studies will be affected."

"It's fine, she's the one teaching anyway."

"Huh?" The teacher wondered if she was hallucinating.

"I said, teacher, I'll just sit there."

"Alright, then the teacher will adjust the seating."

After Chenxiang's unremitting persistence, he successfully sat in the seat in front of them.

Tang An's social butterfly attribute activated, and she poked Chenxiang's back.

"Hello there, my name is Tang An. My deskmate and neighbor, his name is Nezha."

"Don't look at him like he's a girl; he's a boy. Don't call him wrong, and don't send him love letters, he'll hit people."

Chenxiang tried hard to suppress his mouth, looking at Nezha thoughtfully.

At this moment, he finally understood what it felt like to have a mouth that was hard to suppress.

"Oh~" His tone of sudden realization and extreme suggestiveness, along with that teasing look, made Nezha unable to resist giving him a kick.

"Snap!"

The chair cracked in response, but Chenxiang didn't fall over.

He even twisted his butt cheekily, showing off to Nezha.

"Hiss~"

Tang An rested her chin on her hand, observing Chenxiang. Why did she see a familiar feeling in him?

Especially that cheeky look and those cocky body movements—she felt like she had seen them somewhere before.

"Iron-headed." She gave Chenxiang a thumbs up. On his first day, he dared to provoke this evil god.

His days ahead, she feared, wouldn't be easy.

"Godmother, don't worry, the umbrellas you tore up in front of me before, Chenxiang will find a chance to tear them back."

"Clatter~"

The lollipop in Tang An's hand fell to the ground. "What did you call me?"

"Godmother."

"God, godmother????"

No, when did she adopt a grown-up son? When?

A transfer student who just entered the class sits in front of her and calls her godmother?

How exciting, it really isn't just ordinary excitement!

"Are you not feverish and burned your brain stupid? How pitiful."

Tang An would rather believe that Chenxiang's brain was burned out than believe she had a son of the same age.

Chenxiang's mouth twitched slightly. "Have you ever seen a top student with a burned-out brain?"

"Uh..."

This was a question with great depth of thought; she couldn't answer it.

The teacher really couldn't take it anymore and tapped the blackboard on the podium, signaling them to listen to the lecture properly.

It was said that good new students are easily led astray; they were already whispering on their first day.

"Yang Chenxiang, have your parents come to school tomorrow; the teacher has something to say to them."

"Oh."

The next day, the office.

The teacher blinked.

Chenxiang also blinked innocently.

Tang An also blinked innocently.

"Bang!"

"Absurd!"

A scholar can be humiliated, but the teacher couldn't take it!

She asked Chenxiang to call his parents, and he dragged Tang An to the office instead??

With this kind of learning attitude, and this kind of perfunctory attitude toward the teacher, how exactly did he get his grades up?

"Where are your parents? Why did you drag her in?"

Chenxiang scratched behind his ear; he didn't see anything wrong with dragging Tang An here.

"She... is my parent."

The key was that he had snuck out to play! If his uncle found out, he would definitely be dragged back.

No way, he had finally found a chance to tear Tang An's umbrella, it absolutely couldn't go to waste!

The teacher clutched her chest, looking like she was about to be angered into a heart attack.

"She is still a student, she is only thirteen years old!"

"I know, but she is indeed my parent." Chenxiang couldn't explain it clearly either; no, he was just telling the truth, why didn't the teacher believe him?

Fine, whether it was from their height, their age, or those pure and innocent eyes...

It seemed they really didn't have a shred of persuasiveness.

"You just want to fool the teacher; you could at least find an adult."

An adult? Where would he find an adult? No adult was older than him.

"Teacher, why are you looking for my parents? I can just relay the message."

The teacher's expression finally improved a little. "The teacher wants to talk to your parents about having you change seats."

"Both of their grades are bad; you'll be disturbed on your first day, and you'll be led astray."

Chenxiang's eyes turned colder. "Who are you calling a bad kid?"

"Her, and that Nezha. Their grades are poor, they don't study seriously, and they clearly lack discipline at home; they really will influence you."

"Grades? Can grades determine whether a student is a good kid or a bad kid?"

Chenxiang looked at Tang An. "How did you find such a teacher?"

Tang An's brain was currently lagging. She thought she was enough of a social butterfly, but she didn't expect this transfer student to be a social butterfly who could reach the heavens.

Only here for two days, on the first day he dared to call her godmother, on the second day he dared to talk back to the teacher, and he even asked her how she found such a teacher.

In that case, would he dare to dismantle the school on the third day?

"Godmother, don't be afraid." Chenxiang protected Tang An behind him. "Teacher, your language just now was inappropriate, maliciously slandering a student. I think you should apologize to her."

Tang An:???

Holy crap?

Brave! Too brave! Brave to the heavens!

But why does it feel so good?

"Are you really not afraid that your parents will come to school and beat you up?"

"It's fine, even if my uncle comes, after knowing the ins and outs, he'd be burning incense if he didn't beat him up."

"Wow, your uncle dares to hit a teacher? Aren't you afraid of being expelled?"

"Who my uncle dares to hit, don't you know yet?"

"I... should I know?"

The teacher looked at the two children talking back and forth, completely ignoring her, and was so angry she almost had a heart attack.

"I can't teach anymore, I can't teach anymore! You are all lawless!"

A certain group company.

A man in a black suit sat in an office chair, holding a cigar, smoke swirling.

He took out his phone and made a call.

"Acquire the Tianyang Group and fire a teacher from their affiliated middle school."

"Yes, boss."

After hanging up, he leaned back in his chair, continuing to puff away.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Come in."

A woman who looked about thirty years old walked in, wearing a pure white long dress, completely out of place with the black decor of the room.

"Senior, perhaps I can go."

"You?"

Wutian looked her over. "Aren't you afraid she'll bully you again?"

The woman just smiled. "If I go to be a teacher, I shouldn't be bullied, right?"

Wutian pressed out his cigar. "You just woke up, and you're already thinking about seeing her?"

"Yes, after so long, I really want to see if she, having escaped her fate, has finally achieved her heart's desire."

Her tone held the emotion of old friends meeting, as well as a kind of relief and admiration for her happiness. ===== CHAPTER 3 =====